Your final task, everyone, is to buy FFXIV and join the Fat Chocobos linkshell and play it for at least an hour a week. Chop chop! BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE.
Round Five! The round that most staff will deny is valid!
Your final task, everyone, is to buy FFXIV and join the Fat Chocobos linkshell and play it for at least an hour a week. Chop chop! BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE.
Bow before the mighty Javoo!
I'm broke. You'll have to buy a copy for me, send it to me, and pay my subscription fee (do MMO's still have those).
Then how will you afford to pay for your Cid's Knight status?
Bow before the mighty Javoo!
Pimp you out obviously.
I can only find the Fat Moogle link-thingy. Can I get a time-extension on this?
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
I totally just did it. I have proof, but I don't feel like posting it.
I just got my copy of FFXIV in actually! I am going to use it to write up current changes to FFXIV, though I'll probably wait until after I'm done FFX for Eyes on Plays to start. I will be the best Fat Chocobo I can be!
I already did this, two years ago. Extra credit for turning in my assignment really really early?
Right, that's it. Nobody wins this competition because nobody has played one hour of FFXIV this week. Terrible, simply terrible. Didn't you know this is an obligation of every staffer!?
Bow before the mighty Javoo!
"But I really tried this time! I really, really tried!" - Bart Simpson
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
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